"Standard Remote" by Dena Yago

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A crater dismounted facing towards

One problem

Natural counting towards two a surface

You said ‘immaleable ruin’

That settles in the palm of a hand

 

Development psych

Standing in it’s shadow

Giving a one way signal

Like no one is home

 

Cosmic accents

Back and forth

Like where are you from

Anyway

 

Make from me leaned over

A sitting desk

A standing desk

 

Five thousand bookmarks

Returning numbers in fines

I have paid for this in interest

Down-paid

Discomfort

 

Swung open

A revolving door turns unconvinced

Pre-paid

 

I am still at home

I have not left yet

I am in Queens

 

What one line can accomodate

A text wrap around

That one.

 

Alternative to a shade of preparation

Alternating between white and another white that you notice less

Putting one glove on takes two hands

And what can my cold hands say to that?

 

Standing on gravel

site specific self identifying

As gravel

 

Layout interrupted

A path following

An aluminum Swiss water bottle

 

A transcription:

She told me they sell no deodorant here

I knew she was lying I asked

Why I know that you are lying

She told we do but they don’t need deodorant here

I knew she was lying

I said you are lying

She said you are the salt of the earth

 

With one hand held over two breasts

No dark storm can rage over two breasts

With one hand

And cream shirt worn

Into a dark 3 p.m. screening

Of my life my love

This love is truly abated by

No one else’s breasts

 

A distant swiss watch chimes background fade

Powdered marble on powdered marble on

An unlined t shirt

Cognito ergo sum

 

Index finger in hot black coffee

There is no aporia in heaven

She said wiping her nail ...

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